Who Did You Meet? (Part 1)

Despite lying sick in bed, Lawrie still had the strength to argue with Larry, on the matter of their age. Arms crossed in front of his chest, Larry retorted, "I was told that I'm four months older than you, so yes, I am older! You're the kid!" Lawrie fell silent. What should he do? Indeed, that fellow who barged in suddenly made sense. Lawrie had no way to refute.  Larry continued, "I'm the big brother here, Lawrie! I'm older!" Lawrie was unhappy to be the younger kid, but he did not know how to refute. He could only turn to Vanessa for help. "Mommy, I don't want to be the younger kid. I want to be a big brother too." "Lawrie, seniority is decided according to the order of birth. You can't change that. Since you're four months younger than Larry, you're technically the younger brother," Vanessa ruffled their heads and said with a gentle smile. A child's world was simple and full of amusement. They bickered about who was older for a long time as if winning the debate, and being deemed a